Unable to control himself, Daigo laughed. He understood absolutely nothing about what the boy said in relation to the museum. He had been, of course, so he knew what was in it, but what the child was saying? Something about a piano--the stairs? That was the only thing that made sense in his mind. This was almost painful, but too amusing to stop. Letting Damien carry on, he waited for him to finish.
At least he could understand some of it after that.
"I have four siblings," he said. "Two brothers and two sisters. They're more than a handful for me. Or were, when we were younger." Smirking, he allowed himself a moment to remember the good times before focusing on his spastic little friend. He seemed like a good kid.
"I can turn into most any creature, but they're better off big animals because I can't change my weight." Pushing a strand of hair away from his forehead, the all of the hairs changed to blond. It had not been his intention, which was why he was here. There were times these days that Daigo could not control his gift.
"I'm sure, no matter when you get to fly, you'll appreciate it. Don't worry about getting old."